"Well I think I might hit the rack" I Yawned, It was only 21:31 but I'm up in the middle of the night anyways, I got up and staggered a bit, I'd been sitting down for ages. I paced out the room, once again shoved my hand in my pockets. I stopped at a nearby window to admire the breathtaking view of deep space, the distant sparkle of stars, even the thought of infinite universes, and who knows how many other races out there is relatively mind-blowing. Sigh.
"You alright Georgina?" That was Kearin
"Didn't expect to hear from you the rest of the day" I turned my head to face Kearin who was standing beside me
"You're avoiding my question sarge" Now that wasn't Kearin, not usually caring
"It just feels really weird without all the attention" I began walking to mine and Maine's room, I just wanted to go home, feel the breeze of the fish quay even have a night out at the toon, even with all the extortionate prices of brown ale these days. I might just stick with the vodka.
"you'll be fine when we fight tomorrow, y'know kick everyone's ass, always seems to cheer you up" Kearin smiled and disappeared into the maze of hallways that connected the Mother Of Invention. The corridors were so quiet you could hear a mouse fart, no seriously not as half as noisy as the Destruction. I open the door and shiver, I always had a thing about staying in by myself, as long as I don't have a nightmare I'm fine, I went in the shower then put my good hoodie and loose shorts on and just in time too.
"you nackard as well?" I smirked at Maine as I plonked down on the sofa and pulled my hood up. Today had been boring as hell, no sparring, nothing to get you adrenaline high and your heart racing.
"Today has been quite... Interesting but tomorrow will be even more invigorating" Sigma flashed and appeared next to me "once again Sergeant you fail to use correct vocabulary" he tilted his head and folded his arms.
"Haway man, divent bubble about it" I deliberately spoke Geordie to piss sigma off "Just ignore me, trust me it'll help, I'll just talk to you through..." I trailed off "...Maine" My eyes couldn't help but catch the naked upper body of my room-mate, I could only gawp. Ripped. I felt my face burn bright red as I hastily tried to hide my face under my hood. Closing my eyes tight and thinking WTF! Is wrong with you! you can't help yourself can you?! I found myself arguing, George v.s. Georgina, hardened battle worn spartan v.s. promiscuous walking mattress. I felt a hand tug at the back of my hood until it eventually slid back making my hair go static.
Then the hand strokes my hair and pats me on the head, peaking with one eye behind my hands, I tilted my head back, then removed my hands and slowly opened my eyes. Staring back at me were cold, ice blue eyes, and a hint of a smile on Maine's face, I obviously smiled back, well it'd be rude not to. Either side of my head were two massive hands followed muscular arms that all said that a studly guy like Maine knew how to use them. With a raise of an eyebrow he went and lay on his bed, just like when he landed on me the last time, if that could only happen now.
"You ever get lonely Maine?" I yawned. Weird question I know but c'mon no one seemed to talk to him apart from Wash, I turned on my side to see him still staring at the ceiling.
"Sometimes" he replied gruffly and turned his head to face me "Do you?"
"Not now anyways, I got you don't I? You got me? Sorted. You only ever have one true friend in your life" I shivered these rooms were cold even with an extra layer on.
"Cold?" Maine growled, you could see he cared about me, he gestured for me to join him in that bed of his, if I could hold off Georgina a little bit longer or get Wolf I'd be fine but not now.
"Not really I'm usual temperature, you'd say I'm freezing, I'll come over later" I said, I reached to the side of the sofa picking up my holopad with my dated beats headphones. I had managed to recover my playlist from way back when. The war in Afghanistan to be precise, no pop crap, no easy listening, just hard rock and the occasional chart topper, but music that generally goes with explosions and khaki uniform, music that even the name of the song kicks serious arse.
That made me think of Scarecrow, I hadn't seen him since this afternoon, who knows what he's doing Its like 22:12 he might still be up for me to check up on him, after all Liam probably still lingers in the back of his subconscious.
"Just gonna have a gander outside" I pulled myself from my slumber and turned to see Maine tilting his head "See something you like?...ah...Gander, Wander, I'm gaan for a walk" I couldn't help but curse myself for saying that. The door slid open and I did my gandering up to Joes room, slowing my footsteps I hear the distinct shushings and quiet moans of pleasure. I push myself up close to the wall to see who is having this secret liason, sneaking a look round the corner. To my suprise, Joe and Eleanor getting hot and heavy in the hallway, I quickly duck my head back round and still heard the furious kissing of them two, five minutes later.
"Can I look now" I said around the corner immediately the kissing and groping stopped, I stepped out into their line of vision, Eleanor, must have been either really desperate or she really did love Joe as a person. I pick the second one.
"Oh hi George" Eleanor said, she had died her hair back to dark red "I got swapped with North, he wanted to see South" she sounded exhausted Joe must have been decent.
"This is awkward" Joe said he was visibly happy to have gotten a kiss from Eleanor, he'd been waiting all his life for this moment And when it finally came he was interrupted by his old commanding officer.
"I'm gonna leave now, Oh and Joe If you want you real Birthday present, you know where to find me" like that Eleanor kissed Joe on the lips and walked down the hallway seeming pretty happy with herself.
"well... Go on then, I'll speak to you tomorrow" I smiled, gave him a playful jab on the shoulder and walked back to Maine's room.
The door opened and all the lights were off, Maine sat on the edge of the bed and turned his head slowly.
"Sorry I kept you up, there was some complications with Joe" I stretched, yawned and felt like I was going to collapse, Maine just lied down and shuffled towards the wall of which his bed connected to, he gestured once again for me to lie next to him, and this time I did. With a strong arm across my waist and me being comfortable, I knew I wasn't going to have any nightmares tonight.
"Good night" Maine purred, I felt his gruff voice vibrate because we were so close
"Night, Night mate" I answered, with one shuffle I was sound as a fish cake.
Giving people like us time to think, its bad, giving us time to dwell on our actions. Being brought up and bred as killers, taking all that we know from us. Think of a addict running out of his or her addicting product, its like a drug if we don't kill, if we don't get that chance to see the blood of our enemy and their lifeless body lying on the battlefield we turn and become heartless killers. I just hope that me and my team make it through with no harm done.
Dedicated to PerunLock who is Joe, Happy B-day mate!
